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The next afternoon, while we were sitting in the park waiting for the Troy band to begin playing, and I was wondering just when they would reach the "Washington Post March," which I like because I can always be sure of it, my unknown friends came strolling our way.

The man looked bewildered and bored, with something of desperation in his troubled eye, and his wife looked tired and disheartened.

The young girl, still in white duck, wore the same air of passive injury I had noted in her the night before. Their faces all three lighted up at sight of me; but they faded again at the cold and meagre response I made to their smiles under correction of my wife's fears of them. I own it was base of me; but I had begun to feel myself that it might be too large a contract to attempt their consolation, and, in fact, after one is fifty scarcely any romance will keep overnight.

My wife glanced from them to me, and read my cowardly mind; but she waited till they passed, as they did after an involuntary faltering in front of us, and were keeping on down the path, looking at the benches, which were filled on either hand. She said, "Weren't those your friends?""They were the persons of my romance."

"No matter. Go after them instantly and bring them back here, poor things. We can make room for them."I rose. "Isn't this a little too idyllic? Aren't you rather overdoing it?""Don't speak to me, Basil! I never heard of anything so atrocious.

Go on your knees to them if they refuse! They can sit here with me, and you and he can stand. Fly!"I knew she was punishing me for her own reluctance; but I flew, in that sense of the term, and easily overhauled them in the tangle of people coming and going in the path, and the nursemaids pushing their perambulators in either direction. Hat in hand I delivered my message. I could see that it gave the women great pleasure and the man some doubt. His mouth fell open a little; their cheeks flushed and their eyes shone.

"I don't know as we better," the wife hesitated; "I'm afraid we'll crowd you." And she looked wistfully toward my wife. The young girl looked at her.

"Not at all!" I cried. "There's an abundance of room. My wife's keeping the places for you,"--in fact, I saw her putting her arm out along the bench, and explaining to a couple who had halted in front of her that the seats were taken--"and she'll be disappointed.""Well," the woman consented, with a little sigh of triumph that touched me, and reanimated all my interest in her and in her friend.

She said, with a sort of shy, instinctive politeness, "I don't know as you and Mr. Deering got acquainted last night.""My name is March," I said, and I shook the hand of Mr. Deering. It was rather thick.

"And this--is our friend," Mrs. Peering went on, in presentation of me to the young lady, "Miss Gage, that's come with us."I was delighted that I had guessed their relative qualities so perfectly, and when we arrived at Mrs. March I glibly presented them. My wife was all that I could have wished her to be of sympathetic and intelligent. She did not overdo it by shaking hands, but she made places for the ladies, smiling cordially; and Mrs. Deering made Miss Gage take the seat between them. Her husband and I stood awhile in front of them, and then I said we would go off and find chairs somewhere.

We did not find any till we had climbed to the upland at the south-east of the park, and then only two iron ones, which it was useless to think of transporting. But there was no reason why we should not sit in them where they were: we could keep the ladies in plain sight, and I could not mistake "Washington Post" when the band came to it. Mr. Deering sank into one of the chairs with a sigh of satisfaction which seemed to complete itself when he discovered in the thick grass at his feet a twig from one of the tall, slim pines above us. He bent over for it, and then, as he took out his penknife and clicked open a blade to begin whittling, he cast up a critical glance at the trees.

"Pretty nice pines," he said; and he put his hand on the one next to us with a sort of appreciation that interested me.

"Yes; the trees of Saratoga are the glory of the place," I returned.

"I never saw them grow anywhere else so tall and slim. It doesn't seem the effect of crowding either. It's as if there was some chemical force in the soil that shot them up. They're like rockets that haven't left the ground yet.""It's the crowding," he said seriously, as if the subject were not to be trifled with. "It's the habit of all these trees--pines and oaks and maples, I don't care what they are--to spread, and that's what we tell our customers. Give the trees plenty of room; don't plant 'em too thick if you want to get all the good out of 'em." As if he saw a question in my eye, he went on: "We do a forest-tree business exclusively; these shade-trees, and walnuts, hickories, chestnuts, and all kinds. It's a big trade, getting to be, and growing all the time. Folks have begun to find out what fools they were to destroy the forests, and the children want to buy back what the fathers threw away."I scarcely needed to prompt him; he was only too glad to talk on about his business, and he spoke with a sort of homesick fondness.

He told me that he had his nurseries at De Witt Point, up on the St.

Lawrence, where he could raise stock hardy enough for any climate, and ship by land or water.

"I've got to be getting home right away now," he said finally, clicking his knife-blade half shut and open with his thumb.

"It's about time for our evergreen trade, and I don't want the trees to stay a minute in the ground after the middle of the month.""Won't the ladies find it hard to tear themselves away from the gaieties of Saratoga?" I asked with apparent vagueness.

"Well, that's it," said Mr. Deering; and he shut his knife and slipped it into his pocket, in order to take his knee between his clasped hands and lift his leg from the ground. I have noticed that this is a philosophical attitude with some people, and I was prepared by it for some thoughtful generalising from my companion.